Nor cell, nor chain, nor dungeon speaks to the murderer like the voice of solitude.
America is the land of the second chance – and when the gates of the prison open, the path ahead should lead to a better life.
Everyone is a prisoner of his own experiences. No one can eliminate prejudices - just recognize them.
Definition, rationality, and structure are ways of seeing, but they become prisons when they blank out other ways of seeing.
Wicked deeds are generally done, even with impunity, for the mere desire of occupation.
Taught from infancy that beauty is woman's sceptre, the mind shapes itself to the body, and roaming round its gilt cage, only seeks to adorn its prison.
Most people fancy themselves innocent of those crimes of which they cannot be convicted.
Fear can be like a prison. It is, however, a self made prison. Many are imprisoned by fear. No one else can liberate them from this prison. Others may inspire them but they must liberate themselves.
The number of laws is constantly growing in all countries and, owing to this, what is called crime is very often not a crime at all, for it contains no element of violence or harm.
The contagion of crime is like that of the plague. Criminals collected together corrupt each other; they are worse than ever when at the termination of their punishment they re-enter society.
When I was in prison, I was wrapped up in all those deep books. That Tolstoy crap - people shouldn't read that stuff.
Society has used the juvenile courts to create a caste system where there are throw-away people.
You utter a vow, or forge a signature, and you may find yourself bound for life to a monastery, a woman, or prison.
Those magistrates who can prevent crime, and do not, in effect encourage it.
There are few better measures of the concern a society has for its individual members and its own well being than the way it handles criminals.
We who live in prison, and in whose lives there is no event but sorrow, have to measure time by throbs of pain, and the record of bitter moments.
I have been studying how I may compare this prison where I live unto the world; Shut up in the prison of their own consciences.
The torment of human frustration, whatever its immediate cause, is the knowledge that the self is in prison, its vital force and 'mangled mind' leaking away in lonely, wasteful self-conflict.
I was put into jail as I was going to the shoemaker's to get a shoe which was mended. When I was let out the next morning, I proceeded to finish my errand, and, having put on my mended shoe, joined a huckleberry party, who were impatient to put themselves under my conduct; and in half an hour -- for the horse was soon tackled -- was in the midst of a huckleberry field, on one of our highest hills, two miles off, and then the State was nowhere to be seen.
It is safer that a bad man should not be accused, than that he should be acquitted.